((I don't really mind if you make a mistake, it's all good.. but I just don't want people to have the idea that their dragons can shift mountains if you know what I mean by that.))
The dragon hissed, and it sounded oddly strangled, yet unusually deep at the same time. "Must I remind you I lead this place, Orphan? this war does not center around you, but our entire species. Fighting amongst ourselves shall not help slaughter those Two Legs." was the gravelly response that blended with a hiss at the end, clearly trying to warn this female that Isetya was at his wit's end. "I do not give a scale about how you feel about this place. But I do give a leg to care about how you might dissolve this Ring into chaos." Isetya growled, gliding down now to the banks of the Water Hole. His claws made muffled plods as he landed on the stony banks, stumbling a bit when the rocks dug into his sensitive underflesh right beneath his claw, prodding the space inbetween where the claw was held, and the actual claw itself.






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